@liveinstyle.bsky.social “Sayyid?”

Joseph’s voice broke as he pressed his forehead to his knees, rocking where he sat on the cold stone floor. “Don’t forget me…” His words came out hoarse, almost swallowed by the damp silence of the prison. “Don’t… please, don’t leave me here.”

Breathe.

@samsonegypt.bsky.social “Samson?”

“Sayyid.. w-what are you doing?”

@liveinstyle.bsky.social “Sayyid?”

“Hello?”

Must not let his fist meet Zuli’s face.

Tired.

*screaming into the void*

Damnit!

GAH!

I am not a pack mule!

Has to admit he’s a little wary of @beautifulbutevil.bsky.social

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That was usually his job, as the youngest in the family.

He still isn't convinced this is a good idea.

@samsonegypt.bsky.social “…Samson?”

“Don’t forget me?”

A slave celebrating Seder with his master. Who would have thought it?

//I know timelines are wonky. Roll with it.

He always seemed more homesick around festival times.

//Lyrics. As with most of my folks.

What’s the point? What *is* the point of all this?!

“If I am for the axe, for mercy’s sake, just swing it?” @liveinstyle.bsky.social

Yosef picked absently at the new hieroglyphs etched into his arm. He'd been stupid. Overreacted. He'd been both frustrated and scared, struggling to adapt to this new life. “Eternal God, You abide though all things change. We are anxious and fearful,

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It had taken hours. Hours of scrubbing at the granite flagstones on his hands and knees, red raw from the pressure through them. Hours of the harsh desert sun beating down upon his back, but he had finished. The courtyard was finally clean. Not a single speck of dust or sand -

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“Take me now, before I change my mind…”

Market day. What little shelter the various market stalls offered against the weather were crowded with both people and animals. Donkeys, goats, and the occasional monkey,

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I don’t understand why they hate him so much.